Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 

My heart sank. 

I almost didn’t dare to meet his gaze, afraid that the doctor might blurt out something. 

That would be disastrous, 

I spoke first. “Doctor, he didn’t come with me today. He came for a prenatal check–up with another 

woman.” 

Ryan’s voice was warm and deep. “I didn’t specifically come with her.” 

“But you did come, didn’t you?” 

I didn’t want the doctor to go into the details. 

It was like catching a cheater. Nobody would care why your husband would be with another woman. All people cared about was that he betrayed you. 

Whether it was a drunken mistake or premeditated, did it really make a difference? 

What happened couldn’t be changed. No matter how noble the excuse, a mistake was already made. 

Ryan had nothing to say, his gaze was firm. “You still haven’t told me, why did you come to the hospital today?” 

“Haven’t I told you…” 

“Don’t stall.” He interrupted coldly, seeming determined to get to the bottom of this. 

The ultrasound doctor hadn’t left yet. “Mrs. Frost, are you feeling unwell?” 

Unable to extract anything from me, Ryan turned to the doctor. “Doctor, was there any issue with my wife’s check–up the other day?” 

“Doctor…” 

I nervously dug my nails into my palms, feeling chills down my spine. But under Ryan’s penetrating gaze, I dared not say more. 

My heart was pounding incessantly. 

I could only look at the doctor almost imploringly, pleading silently not to tell him. 

After the divorce, I just wanted to keep my distance from him, raise the child alone, and become a good mother. 

I didn’t want any chaos. 

And I definitely didn’t want to lose my child. 

Even if I managed to give birth, how could the Frost family allow their flesh and blood to be in someone else’s hands? 

Despite Grandpa treating me well, there were conditions; he would certainly want his great–grandchild recognized and embraced by the family. 

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Never did I expect that the doctor who had been urging me to endure for the sake of the child that day would say, “Well, there’s a bit of an issue, potentially significant. Mrs. Frost has multiple uterine polyps, and if they persist at the next check–up, surgery will be needed.” 

I widened my eyes in shock but silently heaved a long sigh of relief, looking gratefully at the doctor. 

“Mrs. Frost, please take care of yourself. I have to go now.” 

After the doctor left with the assistant, Ryan frowned. You have a health issue, and you didn’t mention it after the check–up?” 

“Ryan, during the past couple of days, how many times have I seen you? When did you give me the chance to tell you about this?” 

I felt it was ironic. 

What right did he have to ask me that question? 

We had only met twice. Once I was chased off by Jessica’s phone call, and the other time I ended up being a mistress in other people’s eyes. 

He sighed helplessly. “I sent you messages on WhatsApp, and you didn’t reply.”